We’re so excited!
Tonight was the first game of the Gamecock season!
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WE ARE STILL ALIVE…
It has just been quite an adjustment (to say the least) getting back into the swing of things this Fall. Homework, alarms, lunch bags, snack bags, dance clothes, school clothes, cheerleading and school days are slowly becoming routine. Slowly. Surely. Did I say I was ready for this? I’ve changed my mind.
First Day of School 2010
McCanless and Mary Clare jumped up and out of bed this morning. Well not really jumped, but it was unusually pleasant. I’ll take it! Neither would eat the cinnamon rolls I baked, nor would they say much, but I knew they were eager to begin the school year. They both wore the clothes they had chosen the night before and we actually walked out of the house by 7:40 without a hitch! Mary Clare fell asleep on the way to school, but walked right in when we arrived.
Ready or not, here we come! New pink book bags, new pink lunch packs and one pink lady bug nap mat for Mary Clare.
…and she had to wear pink!
My big girl and new first grader who lost a tooth today at school! Around 9:00 AM, McCanless came running into the office with a big grin showing off her latest gap! This will be #7 for Pixie Lily, her tooth fairy! She was so very proud!
No tears for her first day of 3K. (It probably helps that her teacher also happens to be her aunt.) Good luck with my pinkalicious blueberry, Ms. Kate! One day down. Only 179 more mornings to go!
Insert song, “I Say a Little Prayer for You.”
I always have a song in my head. (A funny little quirk about all four of us is how we’re always singing. The girls are always singing a tune no matter where they are. Mel and I both begin the same song after we see something or chat about something that strikes us-we’ll both belt out the same song simultaneously. I guess 10 years of marriage will do that.) Anyway, I woke up this morning with this song in my head as I dragged my fanny out of the warm comfort of my bed with Mary Clare tucked nicely in my neck. I’m on day two back to school and I’ve hit a wall. Only day two.
I have neglected washing clothes, running errands, my blog, balancing checkbooks, probably paying bills and I often find myself stopping EVERYTHING to try and remember what day it is and if I’m supposed to be somewhere like dance, church or a birthday party. I guess that’s why I woke up with said song. I have been busy at school accomplishing great things there and have even re-created the THA website. (Okay, so Mel did that, but I am in charge of it. WebMaster, they call me, which is hilarious. I have no idea about anything regarding web programming or code and I’m certainly not a master of anything.) It is coming along nicely, but if you’ll notice I am a little bias. (All of the photos are of the girls.) I have made a disclaimer at the bottom of opening page that explains we are a work in progress.
Back to the song. Getting me up and out of the door by 7:45 is one thing. Getting me and McCanless up and out of the door 7:45 was another. Getting me and McCanless and Mary Clare out of the door by 7:45 alive will be comical. So please, pretty please say a little prayer for us. Thursday is the big day.
Whatever helps, right?
I gain 10 quiet minutes for my grocery run and she gains a bit of weight as an added bonus!
Maybe.
Reality Check
My friend, Steve, at The Funky Heart makes a guest appearance on Broken Hearts of the Big Bend, a CHD blog. It is a sobering and insightful article. I never thought the day would come, but it is so easy as a mom, to get comfortable and forget about my child’s special heart. I’m so thankful that others have walked this walk and can keep me and Mary Clare in check and remind me that I am a heart mom, not simply a mom. I must be mindful for her health and be thankful for every single minute that God allows me to spend with her.
“My “secret” to living so long with a congenital heart defect could very well surprise you. To live with a heart defect, you have to first make peace with the fact that your defective heart will one day give out.” Steve Catoe, The Funky Heart
Game Time…
1,2,3…Dance, 2, 3…Here we go!
McCanless is in ballet this year, and I couldn’t be more thrilled!
I love ballet, and love that she is interested! She is in the Petite Company again this year which means ballet and competition jazz.
Mary Clare is in Broadway Babies, perfect for her!
Any Advice?
So, it’s 9 AM, Mary Clare just cried out my name (from my bed) and yelled for me to come get her. She needs her snuggle time to wake up. McCanless is still asleep and I have yet to shower. McCanless has successfully slept in her own bed for four straight nights in a row, but bed time is not something she looks forward to and has become quite a fantastic procrastinator. Drinks of water, under bed checks, hugs from Mommy, last kisses from Daddy and bathroom visits have been keeping her awake well past bedtime. I haven’t even begun breakfast and I have no idea what is on the docket for today other than helping McCanless finish her “Big Scoop” book report and Mary Clare’s first day of Broadway Babies, her new dance class. Next Thursday will be a rude awakening from our usually unscheduled summer days together! I’ve somewhat tried to jump start our days early and get a bedtime routine going, but it just isn’t working. Looks like we’ll be hitting school Cold Turkey! Wish us luck!
The Funky Heart Explains…
a bit about the Fontan. No wonder I have trouble explaining what it is exactly. Even the Funky Heart, who had the Fontan, has trouble!! I feel better!